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Art
04-03-2021, 09:44 PM
Artorias did not dare drop his guard until he had seen all three of the coyotes turn tail and run off through the trees. The eldest lingered behind for a bit, offering a gesture of gratitude, then leaving with its comrades. Art stayed on guard until the sounds of their paws on the snow had faded away and it was just him and Rudyard left in the clearing. A heavy sigh left the dark-furred boy while he slid his sword back into the scabbard, the stinging in his paw little more than a nagging thought at the back of his mind thanks to the adrenaline in his system. Rudy's question caught his attention, and Art glanced down at the red marks on his leg. A couple thin rivulets of fresh blood were dribbling down his ankle, but otherwise he was fine. The coyote's bite hadn't been able to do more than break the skin before he'd countered the attack. Rudy, however, looked dramatically worse for wear.
"It'll be fine," he remarked, coming closer to inspect his brother's wounds. A frown and furrowed brow took form on his face. "Damn, and I thought you were ugly before, Rudy..." he teased his brother, hoping to break some of the tension while he tended to him. "Stay still for a moment, okay?" Artorias leaned closer, placing some careful licks to his brother's bloody face to try and clean him up a little and maybe stop some of the blood. He wasn't a trained healer, but Gwyn had taught him some stuff about basic triage that could at least help him keep Rudy stable until they got him home and tended to by Lúta or one of the other healers. "We need to get you back home. How do you feel? Can you walk?" If he couldn't, Art would not hesitate to sling his brother over his back and carry him home if he had to. Another thought hit him, and Art fixed his dappled brother with a confused look. "Why were those coyotes trying to kill you anyway? What did you do to them?"
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